HOME | DD

Description

Story written by

No words needed to be said. Overwhelmed by her burning emotions, Aimi joyfully ran up to her clone. She planted her lips to her own and thrust her clone's curvy body up against a clone vat. Both Aimis stared at each other with fluttering eyelashes, and then closed their eyes in the deep embrace. It was a sensory overload for Aimi: the delicate taste of her clone's tongue, the smell of her soft skin, and the tickling of her clone's hair draping over her cheeks. Aimi forcefully dug deeper with her tongue, unleashing all the sexual energy she had pent up during the lab. It had been almost two years since she had a sexual experience with another being, and she had to make do by pleasuring herself weekly. Aimi moaned graciously as the other Aimi wrapped her hands around her waist, rubbing her toned rear behind the soft fabric of her shorts. She brushed her hair back lovingly and put her hand behind her clone's tender back, playing with her bra strap behind her shirt. Her clone let out an identical moan, and kissed her counterpart's cheek.

Aimi had never expected it to feel this way. She was afraid that romancing her clone would be an elaborate form of masturbation, but the pleasure she felt was real. Better than the love she had with others, in fact. It was a combination of the pride both Aimis felt in their success and the relief of having someone else in their arms. But both Aimis knew something deeper was a part of it: Aimi's secret narcissism. She was always proud of her appearance and smarts, the perfect woman to many. But reality failed to give her satisfaction with an equal, with all the men and women she had. But she had duped the system with her clones -she had finally made herself the perfect equal. Aimi could tell by her clone's wink in between their kiss that she thought the same as well. She was really her -beautiful in every way and everywhere!

Aimi and her clone released themselves from their kiss simultaneously, and beamed at each other, basking in their glory. Then they looked towards the other two Aimis in their vats. It was time for the real party to get started. The two Aimis kissed each other with shameless narcissism as they pressed the "2" and "3" keys on the laptop, and two hisses of steam echoed behind them.

The Aimis caught each other's expressions of girlish excitement and giggled. Who needed the world when Aimi could have as much of herself as she wanted?

Next Page - Part 4
Previous Page - Part 2

Commission for
Story and Content are part of a Commission and do not reflect the intended story for the character(s) involved (IE - Non-Canon).
And for all commission-related questions or details, please send a Note!

Created using DAZ Studio 4.9

Description

Story written by

No words needed to be said. Overwhelmed by her burning emotions, Aimi joyfully ran up to her clone. She planted her lips to her own and thrust her clone's curvy body up against a clone vat. Both Aimis stared at each other with fluttering eyelashes, and then closed their eyes in the deep embrace. It was a sensory overload for Aimi: the delicate taste of her clone's tongue, the smell of her soft skin, and the tickling of her clone's hair draping over her cheeks. Aimi forcefully dug deeper with her tongue, unleashing all the sexual energy she had pent up during the lab. It had been almost two years since she had a sexual experience with another being, and she had to make do by pleasuring herself weekly. Aimi moaned graciously as the other Aimi wrapped her hands around her waist, rubbing her toned rear behind the soft fabric of her shorts. She brushed her hair back lovingly and put her hand behind her clone's tender back, playing with her bra strap behind her shirt. Her clone let out an identical moan, and kissed her counterpart's cheek.

Aimi had never expected it to feel this way. She was afraid that romancing her clone would be an elaborate form of masturbation, but the pleasure she felt was real. Better than the love she had with others, in fact. It was a combination of the pride both Aimis felt in their success and the relief of having someone else in their arms. But both Aimis knew something deeper was a part of it: Aimi's secret narcissism. She was always proud of her appearance and smarts, the perfect woman to many. But reality failed to give her satisfaction with an equal, with all the men and women she had. But she had duped the system with her clones -she had finally made herself the perfect equal. Aimi could tell by her clone's wink in between their kiss that she thought the same as well. She was really her -beautiful in every way and everywhere!

Aimi and her clone released themselves from their kiss simultaneously, and beamed at each other, basking in their glory. Then they looked towards the other two Aimis in their vats. It was time for the real party to get started. The two Aimis kissed each other with shameless narcissism as they pressed the "2" and "3" keys on the laptop, and two hisses of steam echoed behind them.

The Aimis caught each other's expressions of girlish excitement and giggled. Who needed the world when Aimi could have as much of herself as she wanted?

Next Page - Part 4
Previous Page - Part 2

Commission for
Story and Content are part of a Commission and do not reflect the intended story for the character(s) involved (IE - Non-Canon).
And for all commission-related questions or details, please send a Note!

Created using DAZ Studio 4.9